Page 22 of Killian

I take in her low-cut dark green silk top and her high-waisted black pants with heels.

God, she’s beautiful.

“Never better,” I tell her as I stand, rounding my desk. “Are you ready?” I ask, holding my hand out to her.

“I can’t wait to see where you’re taking me,” she says as she slips her hand into mine.

I lead her down the stairs and nod at Conor behind the bar as we pass, letting him know he’s in charge for the night.

I escort her outside, nodding to the driver as he opens the door.

“Mr. O’Reilly. Ms. Catalini.” He bows, waiting for us to get into the car.

“Thank you,” Greer and I say in unison as she slides in.

I scan the area before getting in. Once the door is shut, Greer turns toward me with a small smile on her face.

“You know you want to ask,” I tease, making her laugh.

God, her laugh is beautiful.

“Where are we going?” She smiles.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” I smirk, making her groan. “Don’t worry. Within the hour you’ll know.”

“Am I going to love it?”

I reach out and pull her into my side. Unable to keep my hands to myself any longer. Running the back of my hand down the side of her face, I look at her.

Mine.

“You’ll love it. I promise,” I rasp, watching her eyelashes flutter at my touch.

I feel the car move and know that our first destination is around the corner.

“How is it being back in the States?” I ask as Greer melts into my side.

She takes a deep breath, shaking her head as she pulls away. Almost as if she didn’t realize how close we had gotten. “It’s nice. The noise is out of control, but that’s expected.”

“And the pace is definitely different,” I joke, making her laugh.

“One hundred percent.” She shakes her head.

We continue talking, keeping the conversation light. I enjoy hearing about the last year in Italy while I tell her about my time here. Before we know it, the car comes to a stop. I step out once the driver opens the door and reach back in. Offering Greer my hand. I feel her smooth palm slide into mine and can’t help but squeeze.

We step out and Greer looks up at the building, frowning. “Why are we at an office building?”

“Don’t worry, this is just a pit stop,” I tell her as I tuck her into my side as I usher her toward the door.

Once inside the lobby, we walk over to the elevator and climb in.

“Which floor?” she asks, finger hovering over the buttons.

“Rooftop.” I watch her brows furrow as she presses the button.

“Trying to figure it out?” I tease as she leans against the wall.

“I can’t help it.” She smiles.

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